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Friday, April 29, 2011

Reprimand

I visualize it everyday of my life. Its like the scene in the first LOTR, when Gandalf sacrifices his being for the sake of the of the fellowship. The future is not known. Its just faith. I mean, we waited a year to find out what really happened that evening in the gates of hell, however the gesture was pure nonetheless. The day was not abnormal. The SUN rose like it did the previous days of that year. And although omnipotence is everywhere, the breeze was very ordinary. There was no scent of imperfection. No Mad Starking Rave. Donuts were made that morning. Coffee was brewed and dialogue was spoken. Birds flew around this morning as if going to smoke a stogie after morning sex. No mouthwash. Than winds. Then fulfillment. Radical. That point of no return. The righteous edge of enlightenment. Indescribable. Thriller. A classic. Vintage. Most would not understand. More than likely a majority. A conductor. A member of the Outsiders and the Rebels. Scientifically proven that winning the lottery is actually worse. BUT that is a given. Tell us something we didn't know. A bluish tone. Blinding metals. Radiance abundance. A Count of Monte Cristo. King Arthur. You know heroes. Literature's finest.

"If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you, and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends."
- Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Fuck the Plunger

Does anyone else get embarrassed when buying or borrowing a toilet plunger? I mean everyone shits right? Why did I just feel embarrassed? I mean who gives two or three fucks? Right? Damn. I feel like I can talk, correctly, about the relevance of the Mayan Calendar to the end of the world in 2012 with repeated episodes of Spongebob Squarepants, but this plunger issue baffles me. I mean I felt like eyeballs were all watching me through looking glasses as I paced down Mexican Melrose Place. I don't even know the proper protocol of "full disclosure" when purchasing one. Who the fuck even knows about borrowing. Do you double bag it when buying and bringing to the home of where this instrument I hold in my hand will brew. Is it paper or plastic? Are there special bags maybe? And when borrowing, how does one ask? "Excuse me Jaime, can I use that instrument you usually use to play with your own shit with?" Fuck that shit. Not me. Not ever. Think of all them gosh damn judgements. Then say fuck it and go play with your shit.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

My first published newspaper article (POP BOTTLES)


Savanna wins road league game over Magnolia after controversial call
For the Anaheim Independent
In what was an exciting league game from start to finish, the Savanna Rebels (6-4) pulled out a one run victory over the Sentinels of Magnolia 5-4. A bang-bang play in the bottom of the seventh inning, in which the second base umpire called two Sentinels out after a sacrifice bunt and hard slide, squandered the Sentinels bid for a walk off win.
Savanna pitcher Nathan Mathias pitched admirably in relief for the win with four and a third innings of shutout baseball allowing three hits and getting Magnolia to ground into two double plays in both the third and fourth innings. Magnolia Sentinel pitcher Gerardo Adame pitched a complete game going seven innings allowing thirteen hits and five runs.
The Sentinels (4-5) played great defense as well with a diving catch from center fielder Fragoza Giovanni in the top of the fifth inning and two of the three Savanna runners thrown out at second base by catcher Ryan Ortega in the top of the seventh inning to keep the game at a one run deficit.
The second inning was action packed with the Rebels scoring three runs on five singles and one walk with Rebel senior Joseph Rivera starting off the action with a single and finishing the game 4-for-4 with three singles, double, stolen base and one RBI. Savanna catcher AJ Kennedy had a huge triple in the fourth off the Green Monster and scored the winning run off of a Rivera single.
The Sentinels responded with four runs in the second inning and showed great plate discipline taking six walks and a hit by pitch, but could not get the clutch hits with runners in scoring position in the fourth, sixth and seventh innings. The hitting star for the Sentinels was Fragoza Giovanni with a key two out, two run single in the second inning and a sacrifice bunt which led to the controversial call in the bottom of the seventh inning.
After an Adame single, Giovanni hit a sacrifice bunt to the pitcher who then threw to second base for the out and after a hard slide by Adame, in which the umpire ruled Adame slid with his cleats up, the umpire called out the runner at first and foiling any attempts for a Sentinel comeback. The Magnolia shortstop Jordan Thompson than walked and a grounder to short by Kevin Ramirez ended the game and a Savanna Rebel celebration ensued.

After the umpire’s ruling, Magnolia Sentinel coach Marcelo Miranda stormed out of the dugout to question what the umpire saw. Miranda quotes,” the umpire stated he saw cleats in the air and he has a responsibility to protect the players.”

A tough loss for the Sentinels of Magnolia and a great league win for the Rebels of Savanna, but the real winners were the fans for a wonderful afternoon of Orange County High School baseball.

After a weekend of tournament baseball for Magnolia and Savanna, league play continues with the Rebels playing at the Falcons of Santa Ana Valley (0-10) and the Sentinels playing at the Knights of Katella High School (4-4) on April 13th at 3:15 pm.

Excerpt #1

My life is like a Quentin Tarantino flick. The end is the beginning and the beginning is the end. A flip flop of sorts. A backwards essence of time reversed only for future condolences. I know this is the undeniable outcome of of my existence. When did this start? I answer my own question: When I became a man. I cant exactly pinpoint a date or a specific event, but it stands out in time like a bright yellow cab when you don't need one. It happens like lightning, quick and silent. Nobody knows, not one soul but mine and its conscious is unburdened. This is my story.